As soon as Jonas played his b flat clarinet, I knew he’d be a maestro. This was most exciting. I'm used to helping cancer patients become pain-free, or teaching Angels on Earth about their souls. But I've only had one previous chance to teach a musician to be totally clairaudient, and hear and play the music of all he sees.

Level 1“Look at this crimson red cushion for a few minutes,” I said.

“Ok.”

“Now as you look at the colour, feel the energy of the colour inside you for a few minutes.”

“Yes, I can feel it.”

“And now, if that feeling of that colour had a sound of music, what music would it sound like?”

Jonas's mother came from another room and stared. “What was that?” she asked when he’d finished. “I’ve never heard anything so beautiful. I never come out while you’re playing. Where’s the music sheet you read from?”

“There’s no music sheet,” I said. “I’m teaching him to play the sound of crimson red.”

I was excited. I feel colours, and his “music” was perfect. He needs to realise he’s brilliant. “Give me a high ten,” I said, holding up both hands.

“Now let’s try this purple colour.” A different sound echoed around the room, mostly as haunting as the first. We agreed he didn’t get it right on two small sections so we gave a high eight.

“Focus harder on this bright yellow material,” I said. He produced fast, chirpy, upbeat sounds, worthy of a high ten again.

Level 2I explained to Jonas that Ancient Egyptian doctors were musicians. Then taught him to hear music from a localised illness, play the sound, and heal the condition. He projected music he heard of his mother’s painful hip into the pain, to cancel the frequency of the illness. Severity reduced by 60% in 15 minutes. This boy is amazing!! A total natural.

Jonas played the sounds he heard from three more symbols I drew, then compared them to Paul’s three tracks. Each had identical rhythms and tones.

Level 4Later his sister, Bianca, drove us to Los Angeles famous Venice Beach. “Bring your clarinet, please,” I said. “I’ll teach you Level 4.” Jonas sat in the back as I explained how not to hear one frequency in a person, like a painful hip. Instead to hear the general combined frequency of an entire person.

He tuned in to Bianca first. She felt her slight depression lift; then felt relaxed, then happy.

When he played my energy, I felt the increasing speed of his notes start from my feet, and rise towards my head, taking sadness from my heart, and love out to the universe.

Jonas suddenly sounded down. “I’m not sure about all this. It’s probably just placebo. I doubt I can really play people’s energy.”

God works in mysterious ways. We parked the car, and had not even reached the beach before a lady asked, “What’s that you’re carrying, young man?”

“A clarinet,” Jonas replied.

“I know that,” the lady said.

“I’ve taught Jonas how to play the music of everyone he meets,” I said. “Would you like him to play yours?”

Within minutes, tears streamed down the strangers face. Slowly she smiled. Then laughed. The testimonial she wrote speaks for itself. “After a whole day of tears, questioning my life, Jonas brought tears to smiles, and smiles to hope. Thank you. Kathryn.” She gave her phone number and email for validation.

Jonas was all smiles, albeit incredulous ones.

Venice beach is a hippy paradise. People openly carry posters asking for drugs. Countless hippy traders line the promenade. One carved names into sandstone. As he carved a name for me, I explained Jonas’s gift. “Would you like him to play your energy as you work?”

The third person I asked wore white robes and turban, and sold Oms and spiritual gifts. Jonas played high, fast, rolling sounds, as the man sat, eyes closed, in trance. After he said, “This opened my third eye. The energy danced around me, like a vortex going up my upper body. White Light came in from above to relax and heal everything within me. Swami Gee is my name. I teach yoga and meditation. It was really surprising.” He gave his phone number

Jonas had a strange stunned-pleased look.

“That was your synchronicity of three,” I said. “If three things happen in quick succession, it’s a possible Destiny to follow.” As if to prove the synchronicity of three, we tried one more lady as we bought pizza. She said, “No thanks.”

“Three shows a possible Destiny,” I repeated. “I’ll help you record a CD called ‘Sounds of a Rainbow,’ and help design your website as a music therapist.”

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See my weird-but-true first blog post on December 1st 2011, for an overview of my polymath, joyful and horrid fairy tale life. Taste the yummy, Godly, disgusting and loving ingredients of future posts - all truthful, with just a little artistic licence.

If writing is the fruit of sin, I must have sinned greatly. Otherwise how was I cured after decades of being 80% disabled; how did I earn merits at a university creative writing course for poetry, fiction and non-fiction; and how did I travel and lecture on TV and radio internationally? I must surely have sinned in wonderfully fun ways.